Day 109
Adam
We take a day to recover from the hangover, but unofficially, it’s the kiss we’re both reeling from.
I was right to stop her, and I think she might even be thankful for it, although she doesn’t outright say it. We agreed, in that Rhode Island house, that we wouldn’t do this again out of desperation. Out of need.
But it’s getting harder to deny how much I want her.
Regardless, we have a mission waiting for us, and I try to stay focused on it instead.
Our month of fun is just starting, and the experiences waiting for us will be what we look back on when life winds up being much different than now.
I try to remind myself that that’s what really matters right now, and as we pass through one of the big cities, a store catches my eye.
“Why are we—oh,” Eve lets out when she sees where I’m slowing down toward.
“I know it was my idea, but I thought you’d be much more excited about this one,” I point out as I put the car in park right in front of the store. “You know, since you’re the one with all the accessories.”
“I am excited.” She seems truthful. “Maybe even more than you.”
I knew she would be; that’s why I included it in the list, in fact. “So why the worried face?”
“Just hoping you won’t look at me funny after you witness all my kinks,” she states as she steps out of the car, and I follow like the eager fool that I am.
“So how kinky are we talking?” I muse as we enter the store. It’s much bigger than it seems from the outside. “You never did show me the toys.”
“They’re not as outrageous as you’re probably imagining.” She rolls her eyes and looks around. “No monster cocks or anything.” She sounds so casual while I struggle not to choke on my own saliva.
“So no tentacles?” I try to keep my cool as she wanders off, examining the products on the wall.
“I’m not opposed to tentacles. Just don’t really have a strong feeling of any kind regarding them.”
“Handcuffs?” I wave the ones I’m closest to.
“Already have a pair,” she replies without missing a beat.
Yup, no way I’m avoiding a boner today.
“Unless it’s this kind.” She takes something off the wall, smiling vindictively. “I’ve been looking for something like this for years.”
It’s a set of black leather cuffs, connected with a chain, and when I take a closer look, I realize there are five in total. One for each limb and another, bigger one, for…
“One of my hookups had one of those. It was kind of like being hogtied,” she reminisces happily and balances the package against her elbow.
Since I’m already hard and will probably stay that way until we get out of here, I decide to just go along with it. The entire point is to have fun, and if she’s being honest, I won’t walk on eggshells, either. “I guess I don’t need to ask about anal,” I say boldly.
“Hard yes.” She plucks a butt plug from the wall.
“Ropes?” I wave a black one.
“Another hard yes.” She takes it from me, and despite her devious smile, I can see she’s genuinely enjoying herself. She’s like a kid in a candy shop.
“Do you even have any hard no’s?” I ask, but it’s not without affection.
“Scat, kids, and animals are obviously all out,” she speaks on autopilot as she keeps rummaging. “Other than those three things which are non-negotiable? I can’t think of anything.”
“So, like…” I look around just to get an idea. “Collars?”
“Yup.”
“Blindfolds?”
“Big fan.”
“Belts?”
“Around my neck or across my ass?”
I have to repress a groan. I’ll take that as a yes.
“What about some…” I struggle to tread around the words. “Blood?”
She lifts her eyes to me. “Like period sex, or drawing blood… during?” Before I can reply, she shrugs. “I guess both are good. Never got to try the last one.”
“So a little knife play.” I try not to make it sound like an offer. “Some… bites.”
“Sounds like fun.” She’s a little breathless and I’m so fucking thankful that I’m not the only one affected by this.
“And you also love degradation.” It’s not a question, nor is it related to any of the toys around us.
“Yeah,” she confirms what I already know. “Praise, too. It depends on the situation.”
I assume that our situation must have required a bit of both.
“What about you?” she challenges.
“We seem to share every single one we discussed so far,” I let out through my hard-set jaw, not because I’m angry, but because I’m trying very hard not to snap.
Her eyes widen.
And then she starts asking me.
Orgasm denial?
Yes.
Cum play?
Yes.
Somnophilia?
Yes. Her face lights up at that one.
Wax play, hair pulling, nipple clamps, intoxication, spanking—
“Okay, this is getting a little weird,” she lets out, putting an end to the torturous back and forth.
“You think?” I huff out, running a hand through my hair. Apparently, we share every single kink that I can think of.
Eve looks up at the ceiling and clasps both her hands together. “God, if you’re listening, thank you.”
I let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah. Imagine being stranded with someone vanilla.” I try not to overthink her words from two days ago.
Come on, we both know it’ll happen again. At some point. Just not… right now.
She shakes her head and observes the loot she’s accumulated on the counter. “And here I was, thinking you’d judge me,” she huffs with amusement, but her cheeks are flushed and she’s avoiding meeting my eyes.
“The opposite.” I add a few of my own selections to the pile.
A remote-controlled vibrator. A spreader bar. A collar with a leash.
“Nothing for your own, um, use?” she comments, trying to sound casual, but I can see she’s struggling to swallow.
“I do plan on using all of them. Just not on myself.” I tilt my head at her. “Why? You want to collar me?”
“Maybe?” she quips, her cheeks darkening.
“So our scale is ‘hard yes’, ‘I don’t mind it’, ‘maybe’, and ‘hard no’.” I wait for her nod before I continue. “Good. And for the record, collaring is an ‘I don’t mind it’ for me.”
“Good to know,” she sounds a little hoarse and I can’t help my grin.
We have to make two trips to the car before we finish hauling our selections inside.
“You planning to try some tonight?”
“I’m not sure.” She seems unsettled as we start driving.
“Why not? I thought that was the whole point.”
“Well, I’ll need… help with some.” Her voice is uneven, her words careful. “Can’t exactly do much with a spreader bar on my own.”
The image flashes in my mind’s eye; Eve spread out and waiting for me, letting me inspect her from up close—
“Well, you know who to come for. To. Who to come to.” My voice is as thick as the erection pressing painfully against my zipper. “For help, I mean.”
I spot her nod from the corner of my eye.
I get us to a hotel not five minutes later, and neither one of us comments on the fact that it’s not even dark out. She practically bolts out of the car, and I can barely make it after her before she locks herself in the lobby bathroom.
She took nothing with her, no toys, and yet I have no doubt that she’s about to get herself off behind that bathroom door.
Fuck. Me.
I kick the door to the men’s bathrooms and do the exact same. It’s almost embarrassing, how fast the thought of her touching herself only a few feet away makes me come.